Pretty Sure Cancer Isn’t a Real Thing

Last year, my grandfather was diagnosed with lung cancer. He had been sent to the dermatologist to have a suspect mole checked out, and like we all thought, it was cancerous. During the removal of the mole that was located on his upper chest, they also removed three lymph nodes. Apparently, they all had cancer in them. I say this with a skeptic tone because, before all of this diagnosis of cancer, my grandfather was the strongest man I knew.

A little backstory on my grandfathers’ toughness and Bad-Ass-erie; my grandpa was shot in the back when he was in his twenties, and the bullet is still there. The Docs, at the time, thought they would be doing more damage taking out the bullet, so they just left it there. At the age of 70, he hopped on his motorcycle and traveled clear across the country. When he arrived in North Dakota, he started to feel strange. He went to the ER there, where they told his that he was suffering from bleeding ulcers. The doctors there pleaded with him to stay at the hospital, but there’s really no telling my grandpa what to do once he’s set his mind on something. Against the hospitals’ orders, he discharged himself and road all the way back to Vegas on his bike.

The man is obviously certifiably insane, which was ever-so crystal clear, the time he went into cardiac arrest while in a movie theater while watching Expendables 2. He waited until the movie was over, and then calmly went out into the lobby and called an ambulance for himself. When we asked him why he didn’t go to the hospital sooner, he just replied with, “I wanted to see the rest of the movie I paid for.”

There are a lot of other things that prove my grandpa’s toughness . . . Or stubbornness. Unfortunately, I’m not at liberty to recount like 80% of them thanks to the witness protection program . . . kidding, maybe.

My point is the man that I’ve known my whole life has never let life or his ailments get him down. The only thing that has knocked him the fuck out is stupid fucking chemo therapy. My grandfather is 72 now and in the past few months that he’s been on chemo have been a disaster. It seems like when he had no idea that he had cancer, he was fine. Since he’s been on the chemo, his health has seriously declined. He’s depressed because he can’t go anywhere, or do anything without shaking like a leaf. And then when he brings this up to the Docs, they just refer him to a neurologist.

Nothing makes sense anymore. I feel like this whole “Cancer” thing is just something that was made up by the medical industry to suck more money out of our pockets while systematically fixing our over populated planet at the same time. I know I’m going off the rales with this conspiracy theory, but I can’t help it. I’m angry.

I’m angry that, once a month, my grandfather has to go somewhere and have poison injected into his body to kill off a disease of abnormal cell growth. Maybe all these people with “Abnormal Cells” are actually X-Men or something. And all we’re doing by killing it off is denying ourselves a world with actual superheroes!

On a more serious note, this has been very upsetting to my family, as I’m sure it has been to countless other families. It really sucks to sit with your loved one and feel like there’s nothing you can do to stop their pain. I hate it.